It is almost rude how shockingly I have been shaken out of auto pilot mode, woken into a body which feels like a stranger to me.
At first I was clueless, not knowing what to even do with the hands. The limbs seemed to stir in a manner most detached, I was absolutely lost on how to function the lungs, and lack of oxygen to the brain caused me trouble on a daily basis. With the eyes, there was the problem with them falling out of focus and for quite a few days I had a tricky time trying to keep them open.
The very skin enclosing me felt foreign and every day the brain was convinced that this body was not mine, and that I should either abort with my mission to maintain it on a daily manner, or self destruct.
Ignoring these alarming signals, I have decided that whether this poor flesh cage is mine or not, I shall sustain it anyways. The stomach is quite delectably squishy and little pink toes are rather endearing. I am particularly fond of the little brain; it sometimes gets a little frazzled but is overall fairly inquisitive and, well, thoughtful. The heart is slightly on the colder side but that is something I can work on. With a little work and relatively a lot of elbow grease, I say that we can get this soft little body up and running and functioning in no time.
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